by Lynsay Sands
Her plea fell on deaf ears. Alex didn't even acknowledge it, and her fear turned to anger as a ripping sound filled the air and her gown dropped away, leaving her in only her chemise. Merry didn't even think about what she was doing, she just suddenly balled up her fist and plowed it into her husband's face.
That got his attention, and he turned a shocked face to meet her gaze. Merry immediately noted that besides being dilated, his eyes were slightly glazed now.
"Alex?" she asked with concern, some of her anger dropping away. "What's wrong? What is happening?"
He gave his head a shake like someone trying to awake from a dream and then pulled her into his arms. "I need you Merry. Now."
"All right," she said soothingly, trying to ease the tight hold he had on her. Merry could hardly get air into her lungs he was squeezing her so close. She'd never seen him like this, she'd never seen anyone like this, but it seemed obvious to her that he was not himself. "'Tis all right."
She was trying to soothe him, but Alex took that for permission though she didn't realize it until he growled, "Oh, thank God," by her ear and suddenly carried her down to the ground.
Merry stiffened in surprise and raised her hands to try to push him away again, but he was already gone, raising himself to kneel before her and begin tearing at his own clothes.
"Husband, ye need to stop and think," she said anxiously, sitting up on the furs. "Something is wrong. Ye're actin' like a madman."
"Aye," he growled, tearing his tunic off over his head and tossing it aside. "'Tis what you do to me. You are making me crazy."
"Nay," she said quickly as he began to work at the ties of his braies. "I think ye may have been given something. Ye're no' right in the head at the moment. Ye--"
Her words ended on a gasp as he got his braies untied, let them drop to his knees, and then suddenly pushed her back on the furs. In the next heartbeat, he'd fallen on her like a starving man on a feast. His mouth was on hers, silencing her again, and his hands were everywhere even as he tried to slide his leg between hers and force them apart. But knowing she wasn't ready for him and afraid he would hurt her, Merry fought him. She hooked her ankles around each other to keep her thighs tightly closed and twisted half onto her side beneath him so that, short of forcing her, he could not do what he wished.
Apparently, he wasn't so far gone he was willing to force her. After a brief struggle, Alex lifted his head, freeing her mouth again to say, "Please, Merry."
"I'm no' ready. Ye'll hurt me," she cried, desperate to get the words out before he renewed his attack.
Alex froze at once and raised himself up slightly to peer at her. Merry knew there was fear in her eyes and suspected that more than anything reached through whatever madness was claiming him. They were still for a moment, both panting slightly as they stared at each other, and then she saw Alex's mouth tighten. At first, she feared he was about to renew his assault, and he did, but not as she'd expected. He took a deep breath, held it briefly, and then let it out as his mouth descended again. This time, however, he had more control over himself. His mouth on hers was firm and demanding, but not desperate and overwhelming as it had been. Despite herself, Merry felt herself slowly respond, a warm tingling running the length of her body and gradually warming her.
The moment she relaxed a bit beneath him with relief at this new approach, Alex drew his mouth away and began to slide it across her cheek and down her neck. When he reached the neckline of her shift, he didn't pause but simply kept going, his lips traveling across the cloth until it found and closed over one nipple, suckling on it through the material until the chemise was damp.
"Oh," Merry breathed with surprise as his tongue moved the damp material across her nipple, sending excitement shivering through her. Her hands moved to cup his shoulders rather than push at them as he did this, and her eyes drifted closed only to pop open again at the sound of rending material. It wasn't until he suddenly lifted his head out of the way that she realized he'd caught her chemise by the hem and was tearing it up the center.
Knowing it was too late to save the under tunic now, Merry bit her lip on the protest that tried to get out and lay still as he finished the task and pushed the two halves aside. She now lay bared to his view. His gaze slid over her pale skin and then to her face. Alex took in her wary expression and then renewed his assault, but it was nothing like that first one. The possibility that he would hurt her had got through whatever madness had claimed him, and while he still appeared focused on one goal, that goal had changed slightly. His determination now all appeared to be on rousing her passions.
Despite the frightening start, it took very little effort for him to do that. Merry soon found herself moaning and writhing beneath the magic of his fingers and mouth. It was only moments later when he thrust himself into her, but she welcomed him with a cry that had nothing to do with fear or pain and everything to do with pleasure. Unfortunately, he'd barely sheathed himself inside her warm body when Alex went stiff and spilled his seed.
When he then collapsed on top of her with a groan, Merry's breath left her on a disappointed exhalation. It did seem incredibly unfair that he finally took the time to get her all wound up and then left her feeling...
Well, actually, she was frustrated, Merry acknowledged unhappily and wiggled beneath him, wishing he'd get off her so that she could breathe. Alex murmured something she didn't quite catch, and thrust his hips reflexively. She stilled at once as she realized that he was still hard, or hard again. She wasn't sure which, but didn't think it was normal. The night they'd consummated the wedding he'd recovered himself and taken her back to the realms of pleasure a good five or six times, but there had been some time between each recovery.
Merry immediately forgot her frustration and started thinking about his dilated eyes and the possibility of his having ingested something that was affecting him this way.
"Husband?" she whispered, trying to turn her head to see his face, but it was buried in her neck and not visible to her at the moment. Still, she asked, "Husband, did ye drink or eat anything unusual this eve?"
Alex remained still for a moment and then levered himself up on his arms, only to pause as the movement made him shift deeper inside her. The action sent a shaft of pleasure shooting through her, and--judging by the expression on his face--through him, too. Merry held her breath and merely stared up at him as the shock waves of pleasure shivered through her. Just as they began to ease, Alex withdrew slightly and thrust back into her again.
Merry had been about to repeat her question, but instead, a groan slid from her lips and she grabbed at his upper arms, holding on as her body instinctively arched into the move.
"Husband," she gasped, trying to keep her body still when it wanted nothing more than to wrap itself around him and urge him on. "We need to--"
"Aye," he growled, and thrust again, this time with more vigor.
"Oh God," Merry gasped, and couldn't keep her knees from rising on either side of his hips so that she could angle herself to accept him more deeply. "We need to--to talk about--Oh God," she whimpered as he drove in once more, this time angling himself so that he rubbed against the nub of her excitement with the action.
"Later," he growled, withdrawing enough to plunge forth again.
"Later," Merry agreed on a groan, giving up the battle. It would be all right, she assured herself as he shifted to his knees, caught her hips, and began to thrust himself into her with deep, steady thrusts that soon left her unable to talk at all. If he was suffering under the effects of a drug or tonic, it didn't appear to be hurting him really. At least not that she could tell. She could ask her questions later, Merry decided, clasping his hips and arching herself into him as her ability to think gave way altogether.
Alex eased away from Merry, trying not to disturb her any more than necessary. She might not be asleep, but he wouldn't be surprised if she was and didn't wish to wake her if that was the case. He'd kept her up all night with his needs, taking her again a
In fact, at first, he hadn't had control at all, Alex admitted to himself unhappily. He could still recall her struggles, hear her cry of "I'm no' ready. Ye'll hurt me," and see the fear that had been on her face then. It was that fear that had helped snap him back to some semblance of sanity. It had been the only thing to help him leash in the all-consuming need that had driven him.
Alex had never in his life experienced such an overwhelming hunger. He'd been mindless with it until that point, his entire focus only on sinking himself deep in her body and driving into her until the need ravaging him had been eased. The fear on her face, however, had helped him gain enough control to take at least a few moments to stir her passions, too. Alex had held out as long as he could, but feared she'd been only mildly excited by the time he'd claimed her. He, however, had exploded the moment her moist heat had closed around him. It hadn't been satisfying for either of them, though, and what was worse, the moment she'd moved beneath him his hunger had reared again, returning almost fully blown.
It wasn't natural, Alex thought now, his mouth going flat. And, even worse, that unnatural hunger had reared inside him again and again through the night, giving neither of them rest...Until now, he thought wearily as he shifted off the furs and began to feel around for his clothes. Now, finally, as night came to a close, his body had decided it had had enough and would not trouble him again with needs neither he nor his poor wife had the energy to meet.
That was truly a relief, Alex decided, giving up on finding his clothes in the dark and moving across the tent floor on his knees until he bumped into the chest where he knew a candle and flint waited. With a little effort and a few soft curses he managed to light the candle. Alex then turned, his eyes searching out his wife. Merry lay crumpled among the furs where he'd set her, skin pale but for the bruises under her closed eyes. She looked completely and utterly spent, and he mentally kicked himself for using her so hard through the night.
Not that he hadn't given her pleasure; Alex knew he had, but he'd also been relentless and demanding.
Blowing out a breath, he forced his eyes away from Merry and began to look for his braies. All he really wanted to do was curl up beside his wife and sleep for a week to make up for the energy expended this night, but his body, once again, cared little for what he wanted. It wanted to be emptied, and he knew he wouldn't rest until he'd relieved himself.
Spotting his braies, Alex moved to collect and don them. He considered donning his tunic as well, but then decided to save the energy and left it to head out of the tent. His eyes slid over the dark camp as he moved around the tent, noting that everyone was still sound asleep and all appeared well.
Eager to get back to the tent, and, he hoped, manage at least a little bit of sleep before the sun rose, he was quick about his business. Alex had just finished and was tucking himself back into his braies when the snap of a twig behind him made him stiffen and start to turn. That start was all he managed before pain suddenly burst in his head. It was such an all-encompassing explosion of agony that he wasn't even aware of falling to the ground as unconsciousness claimed him.
chapter Ten
Merry was exhausted, and every single muscle in her body ached. That was her first assessment of things when she woke up. Not that she was sure she'd slept. She'd closed her eyes briefly, too tired to move after the last time Alex had bedded her, but she'd been aware of him stirring and listened to the rustle of his moving about while she lay completely supine. It was possible she'd fallen asleep briefly to those sounds, but not very deeply, and the sudden silence in the tent was enough to stir her back to wakefulness.
Now she forced her eyes open and ignored their gritty, irritated state. For one moment Merry was actually relieved to find her husband gone. While he'd been insatiable on the night they'd consummated the wedding, at least then she'd managed to snatch bits of sleep between each bout, recovering a little before he'd woken her with passionate kisses and caresses. This night he'd offered her no quarter. Alex had spilled himself into her repeatedly. Each time he had, she'd thought she might now rest, only to have his hands and mouth begin to wander and stoke her fire once more.
Her husband had been so relentless Merry had actually begun to wonder if one might die from such a persistent pursuit of pleasure. And at one point, her heart pounding furiously and feeling faint, she'd worried that he was about to do just that and drive her to the point that her heart might give out. Fortunately, she'd survived, but knew she would pay today with exhaustion and sore muscles. She ached in places she'd never really thought there were muscles.
Slowly becoming aware of a need to relieve herself, Merry forced herself to sit up. It seemed she would not get any rest at all this night, for she had no doubt that was the reason for her husband's absence, too. There was little else he could be doing at this hour. However, if things continued as they had been going, she feared he would reach for her the moment he returned.
A low, self-mocking laugh slipped from her lips as she realized her thoughts suggested she hadn't enjoyed the night's endeavors. If she tried to claim that, it would be a bald-faced lie. She had enjoyed it. Immensely. But it had taught her that there truly could be too much of a good thing, and she was in desperate need of sleep and recovery time.
Merry forced herself to her feet, grimacing as some of her aches and pains intensified. She simply stood there, looking around. A candle flickered where it sat on the chest, and she vaguely recalled the sound of Alex cursing and muttering as he worked to light it moments ago. She was grateful for it as she peered at the ruined remains of her gown and chemise where they lay next to her husband's tunic.
The clothes she'd worn that day were as good as rags now, she thought with a grimace, and then glanced to the chest once more. Merry briefly considered going to the trouble of moving the candle and her medicinal bag to dig through the chest's contents for a fresh, intact gown, but it seemed like much too much effort at that point, so she bent to snatch up Alex's tunic instead and quickly tugged that on. It fell to her knees, not quite respectable, but covering all the important bits, so she decided it would do and made her way to the tent flap.
One glance outside brought an immediate scowl to her lips. The sky was already lightening with the approaching dawn. Whether her husband reached for her or not when he returned, she wasn't likely to get any sleep at all this night. Merry glanced around the camp itself at the thought of her husband. It was still rather dark. All she could make out were the shapes of sleeping men. There was no sign of anyone walking around as her husband would be. It simply reinforced her suspicion that he'd had a need to relieve himself, too.
Very aware of the skimpy nature of her present dress, she slipped quickly from the cover of the tent. Her nose wrinkled at the feel of dew-damp grass beneath her bare feet as she hurried around the side, but she rushed on, eager to reach the privacy offered at the back of the tent. She came to an abrupt halt, however, when she stepped behind the tent and found it empty. Alex wasn't here.
Merry glanced back the way she'd come, wondering where he'd got himself to, but then shrugged the matter away. She really did have a desperate need to relieve herself. She would worry about him once she'd accomplished that, Merry soothed her conscience as she found a likely spot and set about the task. Of course, once she was tending the matter and it became less urgent, her thoughts returned to her husband.
Perhaps he'd gone to hunt up something to cook over the fire, for them to take to eat at the nooning hour, she thought, and then shook her head at the possibility. Nay. She was presently wearing his tunic, which meant he was dressed only in his braies. He would hardly go hunting in naught but his braies, she thought as she finished the task that had brought her out.
Then perhaps he's gone down to the river to clean up, her mind offered. Or perhaps--
Merry's thoughts froze; indeed she, too, froze in the act of straightening as she became aware of a constant steady rustling coming from the woods to her left. The sound had been there when she'd first come back here, but she'd been so distracted with her body's needs she hadn't paid it much attention. Now that she was done and feeling better it suddenly came to the forefront of her mind, however, and she peered in that direction, trying to sort out what the sound could be.
It wasn't the usual crackle of undergrowth that sounded the approach or fleeing of small wildlife, but a steady, heavy rustle as if something weighty was being dragged across the forest floor. Oddly enough, the moment Merry had that thought, she envisioned her unconscious husband being dragged through the underbrush. And dragged away from her since she was sure the sound had grown fainter since her arrival and was continuing to do so now with every passing heartbeat.
Merry tried to push that image away, but it was stubborn and stuck with her until she finally could not help but follow the sound to its source and reassure herself that it wasn't what her mind had suggested. She moved slowly at first, approaching the woods behind and to the side of the tent with a bit of caution. But when Merry reached the point where the clearing ended and the underbrush began, she found the waist-high weeds and grass pressed almost flat as if something had indeed been dragged over it. Her heart immediately leapt into her throat and she began to move more swiftly.
Whatever it was she was following was moving much more slowly than she, and Merry soon gained ground, the sounds ahead of her growing louder. She then found herself trying to move more carefully, not wishing to make too much noise and announce her approach. If what she was following truly was her husband being dragged through the woods, she doubted it would be good to run right into his attackers without at least some sort of plan. In fact, the closer she got to her quarry, the more Merry began to think that she should have gone and roused the men for help. What was she going to do if her husband was being dragged off by someone?
"Ye'll think of something," she muttered to herself and knew she would. Merry had always been a bright girl. In fact, her mind was the one thing about herself she did have great faith in. Still, she set her mind to coming up with that something as she continued forward. She was so distracted with considering and discarding idea after idea that she did actually literally stumble upon the attackers, or at least upon her husband. She knew she was close, but it was only when she tripped on his feet and stumbled forward to crash down across his legs that Merry realized just how close.
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